For Stephen Keshi

How come Stephen, When do you forget defence? Why don't you hack death with your golden boot? Do not disappoint me, Do not let me down Keshi, Your crown is medal-made; Roam not with lilliputians Whose blazer is calico Whose utensil is mud Whose bread is shaft and husk Whose shelter is raffia... But dwell among the giants Who parade st. Joseph street in damask And pop wine in holy Michael Crescent. There you truly belong, Flaunt your crown among Moses and Elijahs, Flirt among Marys and Maras. Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult, You are the Kilimanjaro, who can headbutt? Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult; When the woodpecker pecks all, Does it also peck banana tree? Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult, You are the anvil, which termite can consume? No, I will not meet you in dream, I will not meet you in trance and vision; Because you gave all you had, Our tryst shall be Paradise. Till then and for now big boss: Head to head, chest to chest, hand to hand; Knuckle, knuckle, knuckle. Auf Wiedersehen !